He sat down on the toilet, and rested her on his lap with his hand splayed over her stomach. “What are we waiting for?”
“Two blue lines I think.” She wiped underneath her nose.
“Do you want kids?” he asked.
“I don’t know. If this turns blue then I want them. I’ll never get rid of any kid that we have.”
“Damn straight you won’t.”
“What about Saint?”
“It’ll stop him planning my death.”
“He’s not planning your death.”
“He’s planning something, and believe me, if I had a sister I’d be planning the bastard’s death.”
She chuckled. She couldn’t help it.
Taking a deep breath, they both stared at the stick, and they both watched as the lines turned blue. She was pregnant.
Elena sucked in her lip, waiting for Pipe’s reaction.
He whooped, cheered, and lifted her up, pressing her against the wall. “Fuck, baby, we’re pregnant.”
“We’re pregnant.”
Pipe claimed her lips, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, and running his hands all over her body, cupping her ass, and pressing his dick against her stomach. “We’re going to get you in to see the doctor. I’m not fucking you until he gives the all clear.”
“You’re going to become super protective, aren’t you?”
“You bet I am. You’re my woman, and I protect my woman. Come on.” He took hold of her hand, and urged her toward the main part of the club. Heat filled her cheeks as Pipe called attention to them. He wrapped his arm around her waist, whistling so that all heads of the club turned toward him. Shawl was already smiling, but he’d been with her when she went to the pharmacy. He’d not entered the pharmacy, and she’d told him that she needed it for women’s things.
“I have a big announcement to make, and it could lead to my death, but I don’t give a shit. Elena and I, we’re going to have a baby.” Pipe made their announcement, and the whole club erupted, cheers rang out, and Pipe lifted her off the ground, spinning her around.
She screamed, laughed, and relished the feel of belonging as the club embraced her as Pipe’s old lady. It was one of the best days of her life.
“We’ve got to tell Saint,” she said, smiling up at Pipe.
“Don’t care. We can handle anything. We’re going to be proud parents.”
“You’re happy?”
“I’m so fucking happy.”
She gasped as Pipe went down on one knee, and silence fell on the room.
“Elena, you’re the love of my life. Will you become my wife?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. A million times yes.”
****
Eight months later
Pipe paced outside of his wife’s room. He went from one end of the room to the other.
“You should be in there,” Saint said.